They seemed to have entered some of the illusionist's original framed scenes, and it was as if they had crashed straight into some of the previously flashed images......

An endless sea, a deep blue of incomparably more beautiful, more dreamy than the sea they were familiar with, as if it existed in the deepest and sweetest dreams......

"Your Majesty Brufeld, is this the effect of the sea art that caused our scene to be misplaced?" Feng Qinglang knew that Brufeld's spirit was also around, and couldn't help but ask.

Brunfield responded, "No, there's not the slightest smell of the ocean here, it just looks like the ocean." This great being in the ocean world also had some doubts in his tone at this time.

The arboreal owl was not used to losing its dominance in the spirit world, and couldn't help but say, "Shall we forcibly return to the illusion of our structure?"

"Wait!" Feng Qinglang saw the void on the ocean, and an ordinary wooden door appeared, which was irregularly tilted at a forty-five degree angle to the ground, as if you had to tilt your body to enter.

But that's just the beginning, and soon, the world around you will be awe-inspiring!

One after another, wooden doors formed from the void, and soon, no matter which direction you looked up, down, left, right, south, south, north, south, west, and north, you couldn't see the end of this wooden door forest world!

In almost every cubic space, there is a door, large or small, high or low, presented in front of their eyes from various angles, this ocean is endless, as if these doors also follow the ocean, until the end of this world, so how many such doors should there be?

Endless oceans, endless doors!

An illusionist with a dense phobia couldn't help but wail and roared, "Let them disappear!

At this time, a nearby door was opened!

A beautiful and refined beauty suddenly hit the face, this is a woman in an oriental lady's dress, full of confusion to push the door out, everyone only felt that the spirit was also condensed, so beautiful, so that all the words lost their original color. I can only marvel that a person can be so beautiful.

Especially her voice is still so gentle and moving, like a jade bead on the plate, and she said softly: "Where am I?"

Feng Qinglang's heart trembled, this is Feng Yaling! The deceased has really returned, and then he has an idea, and hurriedly said: "Enter her spiritual sea and use her as a new spiritual bridge!"

After a brief stream of colorful light......

Feng Yaling stood helplessly above the endless darkness, her face was full of confusion, I felt pity! But I didn't know that there were a large number of spiritual bodies around, and they were far away.

Feng Qinglang said in a deep voice: "Unge, extract the memory drawer!"

Unge suppressed the surging tension and tried to keep his spiritual world in the most peaceful state, and his mental power pumped into the void, and a large number of illusionists hurriedly followed, perfecting all the details of this memory scene.

The banner of the King of the Divine Dragon Empire at the end of the Silent Age hunted in the wind!

In the center of the endless barracks, the imperial camp where the royal flag was located was exuding a strong medicinal fragrance.

Unge introduced: "This is the last year of the Silent Era, after the army of the Shenlong Empire withdrew from the Storm Fortress, it was evacuated to the area of Alanswang Township, at that time... The day Her Majesty Feng Yaling passed away!"

He had already read Feng Yaling's life before, and accurately found the relative timeline point.

Everyone's hearts sank, and the illusionists immediately followed by perfecting the details of the surrounding military camps, campfires, directions, and so on.

Feng Yaling was on the bed in the imperial camp, slowly opening her eyes, her eyes full of confusion......

Feng Qinglang only felt a stir in the depths of the spiritual sea, a huge and incomparable force, suddenly jumped out, and then, like something that had accompanied him for many years, suddenly disappeared, but he couldn't tell what it was, and he was extremely stunned......

Di Allen, who seemed to be standing under the sculpture forever, had already come to Feng Yaling's bed.

Even the voice trembled: "Yaling, long time no see......"

It was the small sorrow that had crossed the millennium, and it was the parting of life and death that had spread across the walls of history. Sadness becomes death, and when we meet again, things are not people, and they are infinitely desolate.

Angry Lang witnessed this scene, and couldn't help sighing, even the Eastern Emperor Tian was gloomy, I don't know how much Feng Yaling's content is in the memory he inherited......

Feng Yaling smiled gently, reached out and wiped away the tears from the corners of Alun's eyes, and said softly: "Alun, are you okay? What's wrong with you......"

Alun forced a smile and said, "Well, I can finally see you again, but it took some time...... It's hard to avoid feelings. ”

I was also touched by the people around me, yes, it took some time, it's a whole millennium......

Feng Yaling smiled softly: "Fool...... Strange to say, I felt like I had a long, long dream, and even felt... I have left this world. ”

Aaron sighed silently, just sad, and he tried to make his voice calmer: "That's just your psychological effect, always worried that in the dark, we will pass by......"

There was no shortage of spiritual power masters present, and they could naturally feel that Feng Yaling's spiritual force field was quite unstable, like a candle in the wind, which would disappear at any time, there was no doubt that the resurrection ceremony of the Holy Coffin of the Dead back then was just a hoax......

Aaron didn't know it, but he didn't expect that the thousand years of waiting would end up being just a moment together.

If Shaohua is like a passing year, some old people turn around, they are already in heaven and earth, close to the end of the world, and some partings are inevitable in the end......

Feng Yaling, who was still at a loss, just smiled: "Maybe...... By the way, for some reason, it seems that there are a lot of people looking at us, is it just an illusion?"

Feng Qinglang and the others, for this memory world, are like ghosts, and it is naturally impossible for Feng Yaling to see them......

Aaron turned to look at the people in the void around him, with a sad look in his calm eyes, which shocked his heart, he turned around and smiled: "Nothing, it's just an illusion......

Next, they whispered, reminiscing about the time they had been.

In the days of Nebula Academy, they watched the dream fairyland together, dreamed of life together, and looked forward to the future......

The thousands of miles of escape in the Nebula Mountain Range, and the indefatigable on the banks of the Blue River......

Thinking that they had finally survived all these years, overcome difficulties, and finally walked together after several hardships, Feng Yaling's face was full of satisfied smiles.

The depths of Aaron's eyes are even more gloomy, those flashes of the past, the attachment that he once thought would never disappear, have long been annihilated in the long river of fragmented history, like the most brilliant fireworks, will always disappear.